Caring for a home is a way of making - making space for rest, gathering and nurturance. My son is in middle school and so I have been thinking about how I spent my time in middle school. My primary hobby was a doll house. It was elaborate, a combination of store-bought miniatures and all sorts of hand-made details and accessories. It was my own little world.
It would seem this would translate well to home-making in adult life but the difference is that the dolls just posed in the space, they didn't really LIVE in it. I've never really considered myself much of a home-maker. If there were to be a theme to our decor it would be piles and raw materials, unfinished projects on every available surface.
And yet, lately I have been thinking more about creating space and how that can be a kind of making. Today I visited IKEA and completed this couch make-over - it's yet another slipcover for the couch my dad bought me when I got my first job and apartment.
It has felt harder to get into the Christmas spirit this year too - it feels like one more thing to do on already full days. What brings me back is memories from my childhood of how preparation for Christmas was a time full of making - ornaments, cookies, gifts. There is an awe and wonder I love about the lights and the tree.
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